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Misc

Is This Really Surprising?

From Wired Science comes news of a study that shows that living in rural areas boosts immunity to allergies. Or, in other words, kids are less likely to develop allergies if they are exposed to a lot of biodiversity, er, plants and stuff.

I guess the idea is another demonstration of a counter-conventional wisdom. In this case, the conventional wisdom is to isolate kids from all that nasty pollen and dirt and Nature so they won’t develop allergies. If they aren’t exposed, they won’t get it! The only problem is I’m not so sure this is conventional wisdom.

We’ve seen a pretty steady stream of studies demonstrating that exposing kids to environmental stresses like dirt and pollen actually boost the immune system, ultimately making the child healthier, not less so. Seems to me this is just another example of that trend.

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Misc

Where the Wild Things Were

In case you haven’t been on the internet at all today, Maurice Sendak, author and illustrator of *Where The Wild Things Are” has died. He was 83.

Until today, I had no idea who wrote the book, let alone illustrated it. Judging by the number of blurbs about his passing that I’ve seen during my own surfing today, he’d certainly attained to a fair amount of fandom. Looking at his Wikipedia entry, I see that’s the only book of his I know. Or at least recognize. He seems to have been a more prolific illustrator than writer, and managed to stir up some controversy with the illustrations in one of his books.

Aside from that, I skimmed through an interview with him and he struck me as pretty curmudgeonly. Perhaps he was having a bad day, although the article’s author indicated Sendak’s behavior was pretty typical for him.

The wild rumpus will continue without him.

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Politics

What’s That About?

Via Ann Althouse, Bank of America is forgiving mortgages for certain “qualified” borrowers. The program, or whatever, is the result of a settlement over abuses in dealing with foreclosures. There isn’t a whole heckuva lot of detail at the source article either.

I’ll admit my initial reaction was outrage. Another round of helping out people who got in over their heads making people like myself and the Wife sucker’s. But then, after seeing that it’s a settlement, I started wondering if there isn’t some angle that BoA is playing here that makes this much less than it appears. For instance, perhaps not that many people will ultimately qualify. Or perhaps those that qualify are also likely to end up losing the deal because they can’t meet some other conditions. I’m not a banker, so I can’t imagine all the ways this could be to a bank’s advantage.

On the flip side, there will undoubtedly be some people who make out, getting tens-of-thousands of dollars forgiven from their debt load. Having their bad behavior rewarded.

Seems hard to escape the fact that, no matter what side you choose, those of us who pay our debts get screwed. We pay the bank so they can go and abuse trust. And we also foot the bill for the delinquents.

The kids lament their lot in life as being unfair. Wait until they’re old enough to grasp this idea.

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Family

Sourpatch Bread

I’d starting making up the dough for another loaf of the family favorite, white bread. Actually, it’s my own version of Wonder Bread and it really is quite good.

The lass came up and took a look at the dough and wanted to know what kind of bread I was making. After I told her she asked “When are you going to make the sourpatch bread?”

Technically speaking, I’ve never made sourpatch bread. Googling also reveals that no such bread exists. None the less, I’m pretty sure I know what she’s talking about, but rather than correct her I rolled with the punch. “Because I don’t have any sourpatch starter,” I explained.

“You don’t have any sourpatch?” she asked. I guess she wanted confirmation.

“In order to make sourpatch bread you need to make sourpatch starter. I don’t have any of the starter,” I explained in more detail.

“What’s a sourpatch starter?”

Oh boy.

“It’s just some flour and water that’s been allowed to sit around for awhile. It gets a sour taste. That’s why it’s called sourpatch.” No mention of yeast or it would have to become a full blown chemistry course. Or biology.

“How do you make it?”

“With flour and water,” I deadpanned.

“No, I mean…how do you make the sourpatch stuff?”

“With flour and water,” I repeated.

She thought about that for a couple seconds.

“Are you going to make some?”

“I’ve been trying to but haven’t been able to make a batch that works well,” I told her.

“After you make the starter you’ll be able to make the sourpatch bread?”

Back to where we started. I think that’s good because it probably means this line of questioning has just about run it’s course.

“Yes,” I answered.

“Daddy, I like sourpatch bread.”

This is news to me. Since it’s been awhile since I’ve been able to make it, I have my doubts she knows what she’s talking about. But that’s OK.

Now I just have to make up some Sourpatch bread.

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Misc

Raw Nature

Well, we had a ten minute mini-drama in the garden this afternoon. Don’t worry, I captured it all on, uh, film. Memory. SD card. You get the idea.

It started with the Wife, noticing that one of the dogs was in a pointing position. So she turned to look at what he was fixated on, and jumped from the garden all the way into the house uttering some kind of noise that communicated disgust, revulsion and other rather strong, emotions. As I went outside she simply said “A snake caught a toad in the garden.”

My initial reaction was “Really?!?” I’m pretty sure she was heading for the shower.

So the kids and I were treated to a little bit of Nature at her rawest. Well, maybe not rawest, but how often do you get to watch a snake eat a toad in your backyard?

When I got there initially, the snake had the toad by one of it’s rear legs. It looked like the toad should have been able to make a good jump and escape. But when it did that, it was unsuccessful. Only escaping up to its foot. The snake quickly recaptured its lost ground.

And that’s where the pictures pick up from. If you are a snake-o-phobe or bear any of Indiana Jones’ attitude toward snakes, do not click on the jump link.

You have been warned.

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Misc

Admit It

After seeing this, you want one.

The ad is unintentionally hilarious. They show off the device and explain that the laser is the real deal. They show two Jedi wannabes duking it out with a couple of “lasersabres” (at least, it looks like it), and then quickly go into an explanation about how dangerous the lasers are and that no one should use them as a sword or for dueling and blah, blah, blah.

Still, it’s very cool. If we could slice the Thanksgiving turkey with it, it would be hard to turn down.

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Family

You Never Know

So a couple of weeks ago, I noted that I was disappointed with the math the boy had learned this year. Mainly, I felt he hadn’t learned some fundamentals like borrowing and carrying for his addition and subtraction. I got a couple of suggestions that I should just show him myself, which is so obvious that I’d ruled it out.

More seriously, I’d refrained from doing it because the boy is typically pretty touchy about that stuff. I didn’t want him to get frustrated, shutdown and turn the thing into a nightmare.

But yesterday, an opportunity presented itself and I decided to roll the dice. Right after dinner, the boy was sitting around so I grabbed a pencil and paper and wrote a problem down for him that involved carrying. But I presented it that I’d reward him for his efforts. He wanted to know if as long as he tried that meant he’d get rewarded. I opted to put the screws to him and told him it was all or nothing.

Of course, he didn’t get it quite right. But he was close and I showed him what he did wrong. Then I gave him another one. Mind you, I was having him add 3 and 4-digit numbers to try and maximize the practice while minimizing the number of problems. Once he seemed to get it, I told him “Double-or-nothing on this one.” Even though, technically, he still had nothing. But his curiosity had been piqued and I kept going with it.

After a bit more, he asked about borrowing. So I showed him how that worked and gave him a few practice problems there as well. When we were done, I informed him that he could now add and subtract any numbers together. Which isn’t quite true, strictly speaking. But it was close enough for my purposes.

I even rewarded him with a little ice cream when it was all done.

So then when he came home today, he asked for a few more problems to practice with and told me he’d informed his teacher that he’d learned how to carry in addition. He even got her to give him a couple of problems.

So I guess it worked out OK.

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Football

On the End of Football

It appears that Junior Seau’s suicide has sparked a rash of renewed interest on the topic of “The End of Football.” John Gruber links to an article at Grantland and an older piece in the New Yorker. Of the two, the New Yorker piece is by far the more interesting, talking about incidents of head trauma in boxing and football. Mainly football. The Grantland piece basically says the that football will eventually be sued into oblivion. I’ve also seen other blog posts discussing the general topic of football eventually becoming extinct.

Certainly it’s plausible. As a parent, reading the above linked article about head trauma, it certainly gives me pause. The boy had become much more interested in football this past year. Really, the first time he’d shown any interest in it. He’s asked a lot of questions about playing football and, if I were to guess right now, he expects the opportunity to play some day. Assuming there’s a program available, he’ll get his chance.

Of all the scenarios discussed, the liability angle seems the most likely to bring about the end of football as we know it. In particular, I can see a concerted effort backed by medical research that results in high school football slowly being eliminated. Followed by the college game. At that point, assuming football maintains it’s current form, the NFL will have to sink money into some kind of farm system. When that happens, the quality of play will drop off because the money will be drying up and the top athletes will no longer want to play football. Perhaps it swings back to baseball. Or maybe US soccer gets a big shot in the arm.

Mind you, I’m not predicting that end. I’m just saying it won’t surprise me. As a society, we’ve become extremely risk averse. In particular, our intellectual leaders (aka: pundits of all stripes) don’t have much tolerance for it. The safe thing to do is not play football. And really, who could argue?

But if that day were to come to pass, it will be a sorry day. What football players do, at the college and especially the pro level, is not something that just anyone can do. Sure, hitting is a part of the game (BTW- I refuse to use the word “violent’ regarding football. Violence is senseless, chaotic and brutal. Violence is getting beaten on the street, or worse. Football is not violent.) But it’s only part of the game. Watch a running back follow his blockers down the field reading the blocks and seeing his lanes; watch a quarterback throw a 35 yard laser on a deep crossing pattern to a receiver perfectly in stride; watch a defensive lineman charge full speed 10 yards upfield, and then turn around and spring in the other direction and still make a tackle, all in less than 4 seconds. That stuff isn’t just luck. It isn’t something that can be duplicated by a bunch of guys playing touch football.

Football players aren’t just ordinary people. They’re men who have committed themselves to something and made themselves the very best at what they do. Sure, a bunch of guys can go out on a Saturday and play flag football. Someone might even do something noteworthy, like make a long run or catch a pass. Maybe that guy gets bragging rights for the weekend. But he pales in comparison to the guys we watch on Saturday and Sunday. That weekend hero can’t even get on the same field as those guys.

There’s glory waiting for the athlete that chooses to go there, where lesser beings fear to tread. As long as they continue to do so, people will watch them if only to see how far he can make it, to be amazed at what can be. They’ll watch just based on the slimmest of hopes that they’ll see something they’ve never seen before, be it a big hit, a one handed grab, or a winning touchdown as time expires.

Yes, there’s a price to be paid. But it’s the athlete’s choice, not the pundits and their medical studies.

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Football

Junior Seau- RIP

This bit of football news is everywhere, so no links, but the reports are that Junior Seau committed suicide earlier today. By all accounts, he was a great locker room guy, player and teammate. He was also divorced, so he obviously had some family issues, and I was also reminded of his strange incident a few years back where he supposedly fell asleep while driving and drove off the road. So while he was by all accounts a great NFL player, his life after football was somewhat more muddled.

It’s certainly a sad day for his family, friends and fans. It’s also a waste that someone with so much energy and capability couldn’t find a worthy pursuit to channel his personal resources towards. So while he can certainly be held up as a model for how to play football, he falls short of the mark when it comes to how to live a life. That’s a shame.

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Family

Finally- The Boy Handles a Little Adversity

Lost in the shuffle a bit last week was that the boy had belt testing at his Martial Arts school. In particular, this one was significant for the boy because it was to advancie to the red belt level- the final one prior to becoming an apprentice black belt.

The school takes the testing seriously at this stage of the kid’s development. A point that was made apparent by the fact that when he went on Monday expecting to test, he was told he could only be tested by one of the 2 head instructors for the school and neither was scheduled to be there that night. So he had to wait until Wednesday to do his testing.

He ultimately ended up failing his testing that day. He was unable to perform a couple of the self-defense techniques requested of him and the instructor also felt his forms needed a little more work. The boy was a bit confused initially because he thought he could test again the next night to earn his advancement. In reality, he has to train and test again next month to earn his next belt.

When reality finally sunk in to him, he was upset. Partly because he gets things in his mind that “this is how it will be” and he doesn’t always deal well when things don’t go as he intended. He was also upset because he wants to earn his black belt before I do and now he thinks I’m going to get there “first.”

So I sat him down and did my best to explain a little more of the reality he was in. Namely, that there is no competition between him and myself. Also, that it was OK to fail- because all it meant was that he had to work another month to earn his red belt. In the scheme of things, another month means nothing; after all, he’s already been at this for 3 years. I also tried to reassure him that as long as he kept at it, we would eventually earn his black belt.

Usually, when he’s upset about his sort of thing, the boy is nearly inconsolable and refuses to hear, listen or comprehend anything. This time was different. While he was clearly upset, he seemed to be willing to listen and understand that his space-time continuum was not going to collapse.

The proof of the pudding came last night when one of the instructors came up to the Wife and asked what had happened with stripe testing. The instructor had already spoken to the boy and told her the basics, and impressed her with the fact that he was handling the “setback” well. After a quick discussion, the instructor said she’d look into what happened so she could help him our for the next testing cycle.

So for those of you out there with similar “ability to handle failure” issues in their kids, wondering when things will start to improve- I have a completely non-scientific answer. About 8 years. That’s all. And mind you, this was only a single instance of coping well.

Hooray for progress.

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Family

The Water Table

When we first moved into the house, our garage was wide open from the floor to the roof. I spend a few weekend putting in the supports for a floor and created an attic space. Some time after that my father came up and helped me insulate the garage and we now effectively have an attic above the garage. We store most of our Spring and Summer paraphernalia up there: lawn chairs, plant pots, window box planters, hoses. We also put some of the outdoor Winter stuff like sleds and lights up there as well.

But every Spring, ever since it was unveiled for them, the kids are interested in one thing that they know is up there. The want the Water Table.

It’s a Step 2 toy that they got back when the boy was 3, maybe 4. It stands about 20 inches high and it’s shape is circular. About 30 inches in diameter, I’d guess. It’s a light blue color with a couple of different levels and a ramp on the side. It has 3 legs.

When it was first assembled, there was a water wheel that mounted on the upper portion of the Water Table. The water wheel had a reservoir that could be filled precisely using a pitcher that was supplied. All the water wheel did was spin and spray the water around a little when the water flowed through the reservoir. It also came with a little plastic sailing boat.

Over the years, we got other little boats that were also used in the Water Table. The kids would place a boat in the upper portion of the table and try to sail it down the ramp to the lower portion of the table. The would try to submerge and sink the boats. On occasion, they’d try to figure out ways to keep the boats under water.

Most of those little things are gone now. Every now and again, I’ll see one of the little boats in a sand box. The only time it gets wet is when it rains now.

But the Water Table endures.

When I went up into the attic above the garage over the weekend, I went up there intending to pull a few of the usual things down for the Wife to continue with her Spring chores. But the kids knew the Water Table was up there, and as soon as they heard the creek of the pull down door, they appeared in the garage. Both of them wanted me to bring down their Water Table. Much to there chagrin, it was the final item I brought down from the attic.

They wasted little time in getting it out on the deck and filling it up.

Truth be told, it’s held much more than water in it’s time. It’s held sand, dirt, rocks, a snapping turtle (for a couple hours anyway), and a painted turtle (for a whole day- it’s one of my first posts). It’s held “bubble juice” mixed into the water. It’s even held the kids at various times. The lass in particular had a penchant for climbing up into the table. Or she did, when she was smaller. It’s held water so dirty you’d wouldn’t believe it was actually water. It’s held chunks of ice from early freezes. This morning it had ice in it; brought on by the latest in a spate of freezing nights we’ve had lately.

But, remarkably, the best thing it’s held all this time is their attention.

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Family

Opening Day 2012

Didn’t get around to this yesterday, but it was Opening Day here. The boy chose not to do baseball this year. The lass, in contrast, could hardly wait. The fact that I’m coaching the team is gravy for her.

Compared to previous Opening Days, this one was more efficiently run and better for the kids, as far as I’m concerned. In previous years, after the players and coaches were introduced for all of the Tee Ball, Coach Pitch, Minor League, Minor’s Softball and the Major’s baseball and softball teams there would be a long procession of talking that really made it tough on the kids. Their strength is in movement, not sitting and listening to people talk about things they don’t care about.

This year, they eliminated almost all of that, stripping the morning down to the bare essentials of the introductions, singing the National Anthem and having the players and coaches recite the Little League Oath. It was a welcome change since it allowed us to get right to the games. It was doubly welcome because it was cold yesterday morning. Probably in the 40’s or so with a nasty wind that made it colder. The kids were troopers, but they were definitely getting stretched to their limit.

As for our games, we played 2 one-inning games. Our guys hadn’t even had much practice at hitting and running the bases, since I’d only had our first practice this past Monday. Never-the-less, they performed well. They all hit the ball and ran the bases and, generally speaking, caught on quickly. They took a bit to figure things out in the field, but once we started getting the swarm defense going in getting after the ball, I knew we were right on schedule. I was even able to get them to throw the ball to 1st base a few times.

The lass did fine as well; although, since she played at third base, she didn’t get any balls hit her way. But she hit the ball well and, when we were done for the day, she got to yell “BATS!” for our team cheer. So she left with a smile on her face.

They tell me that’s what it’s all about, so score one for the good guys.

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Misc

An Evening Visitor

The dog started barking upstairs and that typically means a cat in our driveway. Doesn’t matter if it’s our cat or someone else’s cat, as far as the dog is concerned it’s trespassing. An offense punishable by barking the interloper to death.

This happens just about every evening and as I said, it’s usually a cat. So when she started doing it last night, I asked the lass to get her (the dog) to knock it off. The lass, curiosity clearly getting the better of her, decided to check out what the dog was fussing about.

She comes up to me, eyes wide and with a little concern in her voice, “Dad, it’s not a cat.” Right then, I’m thinking “We need a bigger boat…”

She continues “It’s about this big…” and she holds her hand about a foot apart. My next thought is “Well, scratch the bigger boat.” The size means it could be just about anything. She’s smart enough to know what a cat looks like, so I need another detail to have any hope of coming to a conclusion.

She finishes “… and it’s grey and has a pink tail.”

Ahh, well, round these here parts there’s really only 1 thing it could be. I hopped up off the couch and went to the window and sure enough, the possum was waddling across our driveway. By this point, the dog had come downstairs, clearly hoping we would unleash her upon the poor creature. Our younger male dog had picked up on her agitation and was similarly inclined. I imagine his thoughts were along the lines “Got no idea what’s going on, but I’m IN.”

As soon as I stepped outside, it scooted into the brush. The tree it went to is dead and it was only a foot or so off the ground when the lass and I tracked it down. It barely moved even after I went inside to get the camera. The lass was impressed by it’s lack of movement and kept asking why it didn’t move much. I tried to explain that’s it’s defense mechanism, to sit there and be still, hopinig we’d leave it alone.

Aside from taking the pictures, we obliged.

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Misc

From the Annals of Duh

Kids who eat at home eat better

In reviewing 68 studies on the association between family mealtimes and children’s health, the researchers found clear patterns: Children who frequently eat at home with their families eat more fruit, vegetables, fiber, and calcium- and vitamin-rich foods. The more a child’s family eats out, the greater the amount of less nutritious food and drinks, such as soft drinks, he or she consumes. In addition, children from families who have frequent at-home meals together have a lower body mass index than those from families that eat out frequently.

I read the above paragraph to the Wife and her reply was “And they needed to perform a study to tell us that?” Just so.

Also from that linked article:

More than 40 percent of a typical American family’s budget is spent on eating out…

Now that surprised me, as it appears to me they are saying the entire family budget, not just the food or grocery budget. I know we’re way below that, meaning there must be families way above. I’m curious as to the methodology they used to come up with that number, as it seems really high.

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Family

The Lass Writes an Essay

The lass brought this home a couple of days ago. It’s an essay she wrote in class. I have preserved all punctuation and spelling.

How The Cat And Mouse Became Friends
The cat liked the mouse. The mouse did not like the cat. The cat gave the mouse ches. Then the mouse relist tat he was being not mean and tay becam friend.
The End

In case you couldn’t figure it out, “relist” is supposed to be “realised.” And I guess it’s more of a paragraph than an essay. But, hey, they’ve got to start somewhere.

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Family

Not Adding Up

As regards school, one thing I was curious to see about this year was the math lessons. Particularly where the boy is concerned. Judging from the news and the political machinations, a lot has gone on in the field of teaching math since I was a kid. I was curious to get a first hand account.

I’ve considered commenting on this before, but I held my tongue because it was still early in the school year and it seemed premature to judge things. Now, with somewhere around 2 months to go, the die has been cast and my verdict is in.

I don’t like what’s been done.

I have a couple of qualms with how they’ve taught the subject. One, I don’t think they’ve been adequately aggressive. They haven’t had much practice with subtraction (quizzes I’ve seen concentrate on addition) and they’ve done little with adding multi digit numbers and subtracting multi-digit numbers. Two, the techniques they’ve taught for adding and subtracting I think are error prone and don’t scale well.

Regarding techniques, they appear to have abandoned teaching borrowing and carrying. Rather, they have the kids rearrange numbers to make the addition easier. For instance, when calculating 17+6, the kids have been taught to turn the 17 into a 20, and then adjust 6 to 3, thus making the equation 20+3, which is easier to add. Which I agree it is, but only if that what was asked in the first place. As near as I can tell, similar gymnastics are used with subtraction.

The first problem is there are 3 steps, meaning more opportunity for error. The second problem is it become cumbersome real fast when adding multi-digit numbers. What do you do when calculating 137+286? Turn the 137 into 140 and the 286 into 283? They still have a carry to handle. Similarly, they haven’t learned a thing about borrowing in subtraction.

The Wife and I asked about this at the last parent-teacher conference. We got some boiler-plate response about wanting the kids to really understand how the math works or some such. It’s not like we’re talking about complex numbers or imaginary numbers. This is just simple addition and subtraction.

I’m not sure what to do about it either. Sure, I can try to teach him how to carry and borrow, but when? After he’s been in school all day and is sick of learning? On the weekends when all he wants to do is play on his DS or Wii? Frankly, we send him to school to learn that stuff.

But it seems to be too much to expect.

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Football

We Can Only Hope

Via ESPN, it looks like the NFL may scrap the Pro Bowl.

This has to be the biggest no-brainer in the history of football. Personally, I can’t even remember the last time I watched a Pro Bowl for longer than it took to recognize that’s what what was on and then flip the channel. I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one, seeing as they moved the game to the week before the Super Bowl in an attempt to boost viewership of the game.

The players will surely love it, since it’s one less game for them to get beat up in or risk injury in. The owners ought to love it for similar reasons. And as I said, it’s doubtful the fans will even notice it’s gone.

Where exactly is the downside?

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Family

Grandparent’s Day

Today was Grandparent’s Day at the kids’ school. The Wife’s parents had gone the past couple of years, but this year my folks came up and went with the kids to school. Naturally, the kids were excited.

The boy had done some prep work for their arrival in class. The teacher had them fill out a sheet and then they had to write an essay using the answers from the questions. Following are the boy’s questions and answers, and the essay. I’ve preserved spelling and punctuation as much as possible.

Q: What is your grandparent’s name?
A: Grampa

Q: What does he or she do for fun?
A: read news paper

Q: What does you grandparent like to eat?
A: pankakes?

Q: What is your favorite thing to do with your grandparent?
A: go in pool.

Q: What are three words that describe your grandparent?
A: funny, fun, sleepy?

Q: What makes your grandparent the best?
A: That he is funny.

Now the essay:

My grampa is the best because is funny and fun. He is [redacted] years old. My favorit thing to do with him is go in the pool. He likes to read news papers. He likes to do puzzles. He likes to eat pankackes. He lives in pennsylvania. It takes 4:00 hours to get there. They had a lot of pets but a lot of them died. About 10 or more. But they have 6 pets. But they did not get them at the same time.

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Misc

An Unlikely Dad

I’ve actually seen this hyped at a couple of places, and this is just the most recent. That said, portraying Darth Vader as a father with a petulant 4-year Luke nipping at his heels seems like one of those ideas that’s so obvious it’s hard to believe it took this long to come to fruition.

The book will be released on May 4th. If the teasers are any indication, it’s hard to imagine it being anything other than a huge hit.

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Family

Tee Ball Again

So this year, the Wife and I actually steered the boy away from participating in any Spring sports. His biggest problem I can only characterize as an immaturity of expectations. He expects to be great without working at it and is really upset to find out that he isn’t great without working at it. Last year, every time out for baseball was a battle if he got out or didn’t get a hit or anything. It got to the point where it wasn’t fun for him or me.

The other point against his participating is that he’s already involved in Scouts and martial arts. So his after school time is already filled to a degree by that stuff. Adding 2 more night of baseball to the mix, even for just a few weeks, would have been that much less time for himself. He values that time and the Wife and I don’t want to take it from him if that’s what he really wanted. Ultimately, that’s what he chose.

The lass, on the other hand, couldn’t wait for Tee Ball to start this year. She even started practicing before the season started. The big surprise for me was that I was contacted about coaching one of the teams this year. Having helped coach 2 Tee ball teams and a coach pitch team, it seemed like something I was capable of handling.

We had our first practice tonight. A nice bunch of kids. I knew some of them already, making things easier for me. The hardest part was the field itself, which must have been tilled to prep it for the season. The last couple of days of rain softened it considerably and our feet were sinking in as we were walking on it. It was odd because the field didn’t look wet. The kids were amused when the lass lost one of her shoes when it got sucked off by the mud. I moved the rest of the practice into the outfield after that.

I kept the practice short. Or, at least, as short as I could. Mainly, we just stuck to the basics of catching and a little practice hitting the ball off the tee. Opening Day is this weekend, so they’ll be fine for that. I’ll have the rest of the season to mold them into Major League talent…